This weekend my boys were baptised during my church’s anniversary celebrations.

We sat on the front pew. Sang some hymns. The boys were pretty fidgety. I could tell they wanted to join in with the singing, but they didn’t know the words.

The baptism started. They were called up one by one. They looked so big and brave on the stage. Yet so small. A bit of water was sprinkled onto their heads. A prayer was said. It was very beautiful and touching. They were so well behaved.

The baptism bit ended. More hymns. And we quickly dragged the boys out to the Kid’s Room before they broke out into a joint rendition of Elton John and AC/DC.